Sit, settle; take a while to relax
Embroiled, so to speak
A cacophony of human voices
To still the aches
Of this one more human
Thursday, 14 May 2015
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
Rich
Lightless windows
At the end of the day
A strength of blue
Purpose made
For lovers at play
Play on the waterfront
Play in the drinkers bar
Play at the all-night discotheque
Before the moonlight arrives
With the morning star
Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Curvature & Recoil
Hand placed
Softly upon your bare shoulder
Fingers that stroke breathless along your blade
Palms that ease to cup your firm bosom
A mind that plays awhile with yesteryear
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I stare over my coffee cup
Take care not to mix you up
With some other me
I share your arm movement
Bare skin of singular intent
Meant for all to see
There is little now that stirs
I defer to my memory
Despair that she is not meant to be
Monday, 11 May 2015
3G
Poets don't believe in God
Their search for life is otherwise endless
From the lake isle
To the flight of the white egret
Poets don't believe in God
Their quest for faith is otherwise infinite
From the diary pages of fallen soldiers
To the sounds of the blackest seas
God doesn't believe in poets
Do you see me wavering
Stood here shaking my fist
Shouting about the wastelands
Sunday, 10 May 2015
A6
The road leads out to the dales
To look down on a patchwork of fields
Divided up by dry stone walls
The road twists out into open country
From the market town halfway
Between the workplace and the seaside sea
The road climbs the limestone hill
How not to remember her name
How not to be moved by her fabulous smile
The road rambles down the valley
Carved out by glaciers
Quarried by ancient & modern men
The road took me away
Took me away always
From those that I loved and the others
The road goes on
On the road as with Kerouac
On the road as a way of writing
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